React to the Diary Post of the Above OC

Posted 5 years, 5 months ago (Edited 3 years, 4 months ago) by bulgariansumo

Your OC writes down their deepest, innermost secrets for only their eyes to see... except for one other person. Unbeknownst to them, the OC below will read and react to their entry, as so:

Character 1: I had a really bad day at work today... I'm thinking about quitting my job. :(

Character 2: Aww man, that's a bummer. /// I went on a date today, it was fantastic!

Etc.

Rules:

1. Comment after three other posts have gone by, unless 24 hours have passed.

2. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, all that jazz. Just be chill to each other!

3. Black out any sensitive topics, like so! In fact, try to keep it PG-13 so minors can play, too.

4. I don't wanna put a hard limit on how much you can write, just try not to write a whole book report.

Patches Snuggle macaronichewtoyz

Patches felt immediately guilty after reading the diary entry left behind. Toy knew that it was an invasion of the privacy of its owner, Augustus. The contents of the entry were rather sad, and given context clues, Patches feared that whomever wrote this had some terrible power. How did pup even end up reading this? He closed the book and wondered if he should find Augustus and confess that he'd read his depressing diary entry.

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Dear Diary,

Today at the academy there was a big school dance. My moms took me out a weekend ago to pick out something to wear, and I found a really nice dress. I haven't really gone to a dance like that before, but now that I have friends, I felt confident enough to go.

While I was there I saw this boy staring at me. He's a dragon, like me, but I didn't really recognize him. I guess he's in a different class. I was afraid he was going to be mean about me wearing a dress, so I tried my best to read his emotions with my loveforce. I might be wrong, but I think he LIKED me. Like-liked me. But I don't want to jump to conclusions...

I talked to Juice about it over text, and he said I should talk to him. Um, what?? All alone? What if I messed up and he actually thinks I'm weird or ugly or something? What if he doesn't even know how to read sign? I know basically everyone does but you never know.

I never ended up talking to him. But I learned from Kandi that his name is Interrobang and he uses he/him pronouns, because Kandi knows everyone.

I still had a nice night.

[at the bottom of the page is a little doodle of Patches toyself, wearing a dress and smiling]

Emery (Elois) Milkman

Elois didn't react physically to the diary, wondering how she ended up getting into these sorts of private contents through the computer. She was looking through the computer for important data files... not diaries talking about dresses and dances.
But Elois couldn't help but read it. Reading it felt like it was straight from a modern-day TV series that was set in a primary school. It wasn't entirely juicy - but it was still cute nonetheless. Perhaps there were more of these diaries in these files? There was a small smile across her face.

Interrobang probably likes you. She thought.

She closed the text-filled document and immediately shut off the monitor.

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07/04/20XX 10:45am

Today is Independence Day in America. Typically, Emery would have been invited over to a friend's home to have a barbeque.

But everyone knows that Emery's not available right now. For the past two weeks, the phone has been quiet. Which is exactly how I wanted it to be. No one to bother us as there are better things to do that isn't grilling meats or watching the fireworks. However, a part of me... wished that I could be with someone to watch the colorful skies with.

Who would be interested in such places? The beaches would be packed with people by the evening to watch the skies ablaze in the night. Everyone who could possibly tolerate me would be busy with more important people - their families and much more valuable friends. Perhaps...

It has been five minutes since I started writing this. Chanse had just caught me in the middle of writing this by calling me to talk for a minute or two. Hope will be out with his brother and father to spend their days at a nice outdoor restaurant for the evening. Chanse... didn't have anyone then to spend time with that day and simply asked me to watch the fireworks from the roof of his house. In an hour he'd say he come by to pick me up to get a meal before he'd take me to his home.

How cunning. He didn't say a single word about it, but... for sure he just set up a date. I couldn't say no... no matter how he'd say it.

Michael (Vampire) Pomegranarchy

This... This entry has some feelings in it that he finds hit a little too close to home. Hopefully they had fun on July 4th instead of dwelling on loneliness. He may not know who wrote it... but he wants to tell them that there's people who value them. That they deserve to be valued. Even if those kinds of thoughts wouldn't come out nearly as effortlessly as he thinks of them, should he get the chance.
Though some bits of this entry confuse him. Frankly, part of the feeling is simply his inability to piece things together and just not knowing who people like Chanse are. If he'd known this was someone's diary he wouldn't have read it, anyway. How he even got ahold of it, he'll never know.
Michael sighs. Well... Hopefully this person has a nice date.

The entry is written on a page of notebook paper, which has been ripped from the notebook itself and crumpled up, as if thrown away.

I know I'm not good with words. I'm not that smart and I don't have much to offer. I can lift stuff, I guess. But I have to write this down so I don't think it when I'm near you.
You make me feel worthwhile. Like I actually have a right to be here, and to be with you. And when you look at me I want to tell you how much you've done for me and how badly I want to do the same for you. You've made me feel happy when I thought I couldn't do that anymore. And it's made me realize I want to do some stuff I don't even want to admit. ~~But I want to feel your hands in my hair. To kiss you. I miss you when I saw you just yesterd~~
All I know is that I want to make you happy. To make you feel like you deserve to be happy. Like you've done for me, and keep doing. It hurts knowing I don't know how to do the same. You've done so much for me, and it always drives me insane wondering how you can just keep giving to me. ~~I don't dese~~ How do I return the favor? How do I tell you how much I want to do for you? To give you half of what you've given me? I don't know how to do anything useful. ~~I could~~ But you don't like men. And you don't like me. I can't even tell you any of this. What if hearing it makes you find out I'm not worth your time? ~~Or makes you think I shouldn't be near y~~ I couldn't handle it. I don't want to lose you, and it sucks knowing it's going to happen no matter what. Someday it'll come, but I just don't want it to be because I fucked things up ~~like I always~~. So I won't say any of it. It's probably better that way.